my role-play characters

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due to his mother's lineage of coyote and his father's of grey wolf, jannes
inherited traits from both species. his lean body, muscular but built for
sprinting, comes from his mother's side, as well as his curiosity and high
levels of caution. from his father, jannes adapts well to lands of all
climates and has strength beyond a regular coyote (but less than warrior
and hunter wolves.) jannes prefers to stay in a group and is extremely
loyal, though he may have a few moments of cowardliness and will
consider fleeing (but won't.) fortunately, he has never been discri-
minated for being a mutt, which is most likely because of his blind
loyalty to the pack since he was a pup.

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due to his mother's lineage of coyote and his father's of grey wolf, jannes inherited traits from both species. his lean body, muscular but built for sprinting, comes from his mother's side, as well as his curiosity and high levels of caution. from his father, jannes adapts well to lands of all climates and has strength beyond a regular coyote (but less than warrior and hunter wolves.) jannes prefers to stay in a group and is extremely loyal, though he may have a few moments of cowardliness and will consider fleeing (but won't.) fortunately, he has never been discriminated for being a mutt, which is most likely because of his blind loyalty to the pack since he was a pup. this hybrid wolf has brown shades such as rust and other normal, grey wolf blends in his fur, as well as light mud tan and grays. his eyes are a light yellow shade, though debatable. a few of jannes' many negative traits are his painfully honest statements, fear of death, and the overwhelmingly urge to run away from situations (which he gives into nearly 60% of the time.) to contrast his negative traits, jannes is also forgiving, very open minded, and is physically unable to hurt anyone (on purpose.)

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x. red, brown, orange, grey fur xxx . two years old
x. pale yellow eyes xxxxxxxxxxxxxx . coyote/wolf hybrid
x. average height, lean xxxxxxxxxxx. blunt, fear of death
x. kingdom delta xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . forgiving, open-minded
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due to his mother's lineage of coyote and his father's of grey wolf, jannes inherited traits from both species. his lean body, muscular but built for sprinting, comes from his mother's side, as well as his curiosity and high levels of caution. from his father, jannes adapts well to lands of all climates and has strength beyond a regular coyote (but less than warrior and hunter wolves.) jannes prefers to stay in a group and is extremely loyal, though he may have a few moments of cowardliness and will consider fleeing (but won't.) fortunately, he has never been discriminated for being a mutt, which is most likely because of his blind loyalty to the pack since he was a pup. this hybrid wolf has brown shades such as rust and other normal, grey wolf blends in his fur, as well as light mud tan and grays. his eyes are a light yellow shade, though debatable. a few of jannes' many negative traits are his painfully honest statements, fear of death, and the overwhelmingly urge to run away from situations (which he gives into nearly 60% of the time.) to contrast his negative traits, jannes is also forgiving, very open minded, and is physically unable to kill or wound someone enough for it to threaten their life.

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x. red, brown, orange, grey fur xxx . two years old
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x. scout xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . forgiving, open-minded
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xdue to his mother's lineage of coyote and his father's of grey wolf, jannes xinherited traits from both species. his lean body, muscular but built for
xsprinting, comes from his mother's side, as well as his curiosity and high
xlevels of caution. from his father, jannes adapts well to lands of all cli-
xmates and has strength beyond a regular coyote (but less than warrior
xand hunter wolves.) jannes prefers to stay in a group and is extremely
xloyal, though he may have a few moments of cowardliness and will con-
xsider fleeing (but won't.) fortunately, he has never been discriminated
xfor being a mutt, which is most likely because of his blind loyalty to the
xpack since he was a pup. this hybrid wolf has brown shades such as rust
xand other normal, grey wolf blends in his fur, as well as light mud tan
xand grays. his eyes are a light yellow shade, though debatable. a few of
xjannes' many negative traits are his painfully honest statements, fear of
xdeath, and the overwhelmingly urge to run away from situations (which
xhe gives into nearly 60% of the time.) to contrast his negative traits,
xjannes is also forgiving, very open minded, and is physically unable to kill
xor wound someone enough for it to threaten their life.

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xdue to his mother's lineage of coyote and his father's of grey wolf, jannes xinherited traits from both species. his lean body, muscular but built for
xsprinting, comes from his mother's side, as well as his curiosity and high
xlevels of caution. from his father, jannes adapts well to lands of all cli-
xmates and has strength beyond a regular coyote (but less than warrior
xand hunter wolves.) jannes prefers to stay in a group and is extremely
xloyal, though he may have a few moments of cowardliness and will con-
xsider fleeing (but won't.) fortunately, he has never been discriminated
xfor being a mutt, which is most likely because of his blind loyalty to the
xpack since he was a pup. this hybrid wolf has brown shades such as rust
xand other normal, grey wolf blends in his fur, as well as light mud tan
xand grays. his eyes are a light yellow shade, though debatable. a few of
xjannes' many negative traits are his painfully honest statements, fear of
xdeath, and the overwhelmingly urge to run away from situations (which
xhe gives into nearly 60% of the time.) to contrast his negative traits,
xjannes is also forgiving, very open minded, and is physically unable to kill
xor wound someone enough for it to threaten their life.

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ＳＥＣＯＮＤ ＬＥＡＤＥＲ
gender: female; age: twenty-two;
sexuality: heterosexual;
tags: all of sophia's group, thranduil, randir;
location: elven palace
weapon(s): dagger & whip

ooc: ohmygosh this is disgusting...
but finals are coming and i have enough
homework to keep me busy all year so
i guess this is the best i can do for now ^^"

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she catches sight of the elf and then her dagger in his hands, the same dagger she has always had since the beginning of the hunt, and the one that was aimed to knock the elf king down. for the elf to have it must mean one thing: she missed. maybe her strength was weak or aim was off. her focus could have tethered at the last second or the wind could have interrupted the dagger's journey. but, regardless of the faults, she missed. cursing lowly, the girl glares at the new elf with question floating in her eyes. the man surely has powers, being that he showed up in the fight in just a blink, and has wickedly strong senses. he had caught her dagger and is playing with it as if he isn't standing in the center of a battle. his look unravels her, making her body tense with uncertainty. "you-" just as carver goes to speak, a booted foot flies into her line of vision and she quickly lets her legs give out to dodge her opponent's kick. the elven warrior's powerful blow had missed its intended target, but grazed the top of her head, giving her something similar to a headache. now is not the time to question the strange elf with her dagger, but to fight for her race.

or so, that's what she thought. just as she sends an elf onto the floor with a powerful kick to his abdomen and readies herself to lunge at the man with her weapon, sophia's voice sounds. carver's whip almost falls out of her hand as she stops in mid lunge, eyes going wide with shock. surrender. sophia, her higher up and the group's second command, just surrendered to the very race who killed her brother and their friend; the very man they had wanted to kill for years... she gave the king who has done nothing but ruin their lives all of their effort and plans. sophia handed the king the humans' lives on a silver platter.

carver feels sick.

will an instant wave of fury, carver cracks her whip and quickly swipes her arm to hit the elf in front of her (randir) across his torso with a loud growl. looking around, the stench of blood becomes stronger as she gazes at all of her fallen comrades, and those barely standing. this is it. this is the end of their mission. after years of agony and shedding blood, their hunt is over. they have failed. they failed their comrades, fallen and standing. they have failed their families and friends. they have failed the entire human race. they have failed gabriel and orfius. carver huffs out a scream before hanging her head. "no! i won't give up!" her bitter voice raises. "our efforts will not be in vain! gabriel and orfius' deaths will not be meaningless!" nearly sobbing from the anger burning her chest, she attacks anyone who comes near her. elven guards immediately swarm carver as her whip becomes a beast and her fists wild. she swings and swipes at all, eyes blazing with rage.

her adrenaline takes control as she kicks away from a warrior's hold and spins around to punch him across his face, her knuckles splitting from the man's armor. hissing past clenched teeth, carver tackles the elf. they land on the ground with a harsh thud, sand going everywhere, and immediately carver can taste iron. her lip had split open. hands come from all around as they grab for her, and she desperately tries to squirm away. she can't be taken by them! she won't be taken by them! the brunette human sinks her teeth into the nearest offending hand but is grabbed harshly by her ankles. the hands drag her on the ground causing a strangled cry to escape from the girl as the hand grips tighter and tighter around her small ankles. another pair of hands twist her arms back, her whip finally falling from her hand and onto the harsh ground.

gasping for breath and a heart racing ninety miles per hour, carver violently shakes her body, twisting and turning in an attempt to escape the warriors' holds. the grip on her ankles disappears but she cannot be relieved as her head is forced down roughly and her arms go even higher onto her back. a loud pop echoes throughout the clearing and pain instantly shoots up carver's arm. her right shoulder has been dislocated. carver bites her lip with a grunt and stinging eyes. she can no longer handle a weapon... at least, not as well. her left hand is her weakness, for she has injured the left arm too many times for its strength to be as good as her right one. she can no longer fight. choking down a scream, of agony, fear, or rage, carver apologizes to the fallen warriors and friends she once knew, and surrenders.

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ＳＥＣＯＮＤ ＬＥＡＤＥＲ
gender: female; age: twenty-two;
sexuality: heterosexual;
tags: all of sophia's group, thranduil;
locaton: elven palace
weapon(s): dagger & whip

ooc: please please please correct me if i made
any mistakes, im not quite sure what's going on but
i think i may have done okay?

its also a bit crummy but its first post so meh /shrugs/

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sometime during her childhood, carver was convinced the trees were talking to her. with every sway a tree would speak its incoherent tongue, and every rainfall the voices would silence. at first, as to be expected, the young carver was scared of the voices, and credibly confused. of course the trees didn't actually talk, she would remind herself. but even that little reminder didn't keep her away from the forest her curiosity lead her to daily.

carver fell in love with the forest as the day by day visits continued, and gained comfort from the voices of the trees. though she was never able to comprehend the words she heard, she could tell they were nothing but sweet. the trees became her friends and her escape. whenever down, the young girl would run into the forest to be consoled by the plants' words. her free time became tree time (apologies for how corny that was.) she learned to climb the trees with the mindset of getting closer to the voices.

in the end, though, no matter what the girl did, she never did get closer to the voices. a day with rain that pierced the ground like arrows came and carver visited the forest with concern. the voices were gone, like how they always were when raining, but carver stayed (until her parents found her, of course.) the next visit, the trees did not speak. nor did they the visit after that.

the trees were done talking to carver.

thinking back on it, carver must have been some sort imagination prodigy. now she knows, or at least is sure, elves were what she heard all those times, not nature itself. to think she was so close to elves as a child sickens her. maybe not all elves are bad, but if the ones from her childhood met her, she's sure they would not be the kindest of creatures.

carver draws her whip as soon as she lands on the other side of the wall with a light thud. now is not the time to think back on the "happy" memories, but to think about the happier memories she will have once the elf and human war is over. her group will bring the war to its knees and end it once and for all, saving the lives of many humans and her own family. it has been four years since she has seen them, and joined the human group is in now, but she knows her family is safe. a neighbor had given her notice of her family of three made it safely into a military shelter, due to her neighbor's veteran status.

carver had let sophia handle their group and the recent elves as she observed their surroundings, discovering various of ways to escape in case their plans fail. the group of humans are trained, loaded with weapons, but have no magic like the elven. they also have much smaller numbers than the elven kingdom, and will be easily outnumbered if discovered. with those points in mind, carver only found two escape routes that would be somewhat helpful. since their size is small, they can go on more narrow and long paths, but getting there would be hard considering the fact that they are now inside, not outside where carver spotted the routes.

plus, there is the fact that the king is now in front of the group with his sword drawn and haughty speech. carver cracks her whip on instinct. the fight will start sooner than expected, but that will not damage the group's plans. the sooner they kill the royals, the sooner they finish their mission. her legs spread by a few inches and her weight is lifted to have lighter movements as she gets in a defensive position. with one hand on the dagger at her hip and the other hanging with her whip, she grins ever so slightly. "this is just perfect," she directs to sophia while staring at the elven king, "he saved us the trouble of looking for him; how thoughtful." the girl's eyes shine with confidence as she prepares herself for another eventful battle. a rational person would give themselves up to the man who has archers positioned for her death, but carver wouldn't. though she knows the archers wouldn't hesitate to shoot, she also has confidence in her abilities. sure, she may not be a ninja or secret agent, but she has dodged a few arrows before; one more training exercise wouldn't hurt.

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ＳＥＣＯＮＤ ＬＥＡＤＥＲ
gender: female; age: twenty-two;
sexuality: heterosexual;
tags: all of sophia's group, thranduil;
locaton: elven palace
weapon(s): dagger & whip

ooc: im not proud of this /shrinks back in to corner/
but i wanted to squeeze something in before
going somewhere. ^^'

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the sickening smell of blood floods carver's nose to which she hisses at. her comrades had been struck, pierced by the elven archers, within a matter of seconds. carver had stepped back to avoid the archers' aim and barely dodged the experts' arrows, coming out with only a sting in her cheek caused by a grazing of an arrow. the others were not so lucky. she doesn't need to look around to know how many were injured in just that time frame; the scent of iron is strong enough for her to know almost half of their group was knocked down. growling under her breath, the girl slams her foot down on the arrow that harmed her cheek. the arrow smashes with a loud crack, splintering and shattering in one small area.

carver's skin is crawling, but out of anger. how dare the elf man take them lightly! although he is the king and they are merely humans, they still have skills. these skills kept the group of mortals alive, and have felled many of the elven folk; the same skills that will bring the king of elves and the war to their knees.

chuckling under her breath, the twenty two year old picks the arrow head up slowly. carver can feel the elven archers watching her with their beady eyes, and she just may feel like putting on a show for the bloodthirsty species. with a swift and sharp movement, the arrow head pierces into a nearby barrel with a echoing thud, the liquid contents seeping out of the barrel slowly. "your majesty," she glares with a sick smile. "i do not think it to be fair if we are to be judged without a nice battle? we have skills, yes, but also power, heart, and strength." the opposing girl's shoulders straighten and her chin tilts higher. "im looking forwards to see you and your archer's skills; i do hope they can match ours for a good fight." eyes blazing with excitement, the girl never takes her gaze off the king while speaking directly to him. the disrespect the second leader gives the royal is clear and intended, for she wishes to anger to king to the point he engages in combat. as soon as he begins to fight, he will be open, and will die. if the king were to not fall, the group will still be able to retreat or maneuver into the castle for the king will be too busy with the fight to pay attention to all of the warriors. the plan isn't fool proof, but will give them some means of escape. carver readies her whip, her fingers strumming along the handle as she waits eagerly. her dagger is still not drawn, but its blade is peeking out from its sheath as carver places a hand on the small sword.

the fight sophia that officially started only moments ago has made carver's adrenaline boost, readying her for intense combat. it has been a while since carver has had a good fight, and never has she fought the king's men. excitement courses through her veins. though she is not bloodthirsty, she sure doesn't mind a nice battle. the second leader does not wish to see her comrades fall, so she engages in only the fairest of fights with them around.. but now the mortal has no chose of who she fights with and cannot protect all of her allies while protecting herself. despite that fact, she is still excited. "let's see how well they dance," she thinks wickedly while watching the men beside the king, clenching her hand around her whip.

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an alpha who has been driven out of his pack after rogues took control.
a rebel group who is searching for their true alpha and trying to destroy the rogues' tyranny
rogues who know nothing but hate and others who are too naive to see what is right

theme song: king by lauren aquillina

[flie]

♛ [.] there is an alpha wolf who travels alone, broken and insecure with the weight of his failure pushing harder and harder. this alpha had lost a challenge, his title, and his pack to a rogue leader. this rogue leader's dictator ways of controlling her new pack weaken, enslave, and push the wolves to death. the original pack cannot take much more, dying off slowly as the rogues grow. but there are strong wolves left, wolves still loyal to the old alpha, and wolves who still have faith. these wolves are the rebels and their mission is to find their true alpha before their new one reeks anymore havoc.


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